Tag: Violent Phone Sex

It’s Black Friday so bitches are on sale cheap!

rape phone sex fantasiesIt’s Black Friday so I decided to have a sale on these little whores I have here, everyone else is having a sale I may as well have one too right? I dressed them up like little whores and took a bunch of pictures to send out to all my sick sadistic friends and I have already gotten rid of two of them! Instead of going out to the mall and braving all those crowds my first buyer came to me, he was looking for someone real young and real scared and I had just the perfect whore for him. She was abandoned here by her crackhead mother and I had been saving her for just the right person, she was completely untouched and innocent, she had never even seen a cock before. So when he showed up and pulled his cock out she screamed and tried to run away, I caught her and held her down so that he could shove that cock down her throat. We killed her slowly after fucking all her tender little holes, he told me that this was the best Black Friday purchase that he had ever made!

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Cutting Off My Sister’s Clit

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So my little sister has always been “Miss Perfect” and it’s always driven me totally crazy. She get better grades in school, she’s a cheerleader (*puuuuuuke*) and I even think mom and dad love her more but I figured out the best way to get even. I’m going to cut that little bitch’s clit right off. I got a hold of some crazy Mexican sleeping pills that are basically roofies and I slipped it into that stupid cunt’s protein shake this morning. On the walk to school she started getting lightheaded and being the good older sister that I am I escorted her to “safety” which was really just the abandoned warehouse we pass by. Once she started to fade off to dream land, I tied her hands behind her back and each of her ankles to the rusty support beams that hold the shanty roof together. There were dead rats and birds all over the place and the place smelled like death. My pussy was getting soaking wet just thinking about how evil I was about to be by mutilating her privates which would make sex painful for her forever. I pulled her panties down and opened up her little labia lips, exposing her clit. Going down on her, licking and sucking the clit to get it nice a plump so I could be sure to cut the entire thing right off. Then I pulled out my trusty scissors that I had just sharpened for this task. Taking them right up to her clit and in one hard *snip* it was bye, bye for lil sister’s clitty! I then shoved it up into her pussy and force fucked her with the scissors for good measure. After I tore her clothes off and punched myself a bunch of times so that it would look like there was a huge struggle. I ended up blaming it on a maniac who tried to kidnap us. Lol She’ll never know it was actually me who did it. Hopefully now she’ll get off her high horse. But just in case, what do you think my next plan should be?

Taboo Phone Sex Slut

taboo phone sexI have nothing but taboo phone sex stories to share with my callers. I am not a vanilla girl. My life is not boring. As a submissive whore, I get myself into situations I often regret. Last night is one of those nights. I was out of party favors, so I went to this dive bar. I know some dealers who hang out there and do business in the alley. I was the only chick in the place. All eyes were on me as I walked in. I don’t mind the attention, but they didn’t look happy to see me. It was like I walked into a private meeting or something. I said awkwardly, “What does a girl need to do to get a drink in this place?” Silence. They weren’t undressing me with their eyes. They were killing me with their eyes. I started to turn to leave when something hard hit the back of my head and sent me to the ground. It was a beer bottle. I saw it coated with my blood in front of me. I tried to stand up, but they toppled me. “Wrong bar, whore,” one of the guys seethed. They pulled my hair and ripped off my clothes. If you have rape phone sex fantasies, you will appreciate what they did to me next. I was sodomized, fisted and skull fucked for hours. Used as a punching bag and human toilet before they tossed me outside in the alley like trash. Never did get m party favors. I guess I was the party favor.

Violent Phone Sex Whipping

Violent phone sexShe insisted that I call her “Granny”. She’d picked me up on the side of the road passing through Virginia the other day, and brought me back to my place. She said it looked like I hadn’t seen a good meal or a nice bath in weeks. She set me up in her master bath, and told me to make use of anything I found, as long as I didn’t feel tempted to take off with any of it. When she’d left the room, I made myself at home, running a nice, deep bath in the huge garden tub. While that was running, I made use of the large mirror on the dresser across from her bed, undressing slowly. It started off as me making sure there were no noticeable scars or problem areas, and turned into me fingering my nipples and then my cunt. I’d no sooner laid back on her bed, fingers on my snatch, than Granny walked back into the room and caught me at it. She got so mad that she turned red in the face. Now, being an elderly lady, you’d think she’d be more frail, but that heiffer dragged me by the hair down the hall and out the back door. She brought me over to the shed, and pulled out an old whip. She tied me up bent over a sawhorse, and started to lay into me with that whip. By the time she was done, my ass had lines and gashes all across it. I wasn’t going to be sitting down for a few days. Granny said I could stay the next few days, let her take care of me, as long as I didn’t commit sin in her house again.

Dick Sucking Whore

Gangbang rape pornA cookie is a slab of crack that is the size of a chocolate cookie. A cookie is the reason I’ve been on my knees sucking dick for the last two hours. My jaws are killing me and my lips are swollen. My crackhead boyfriend gave me to the gang again for a fucking cookie. I’ve sucked dick after dick without a break with tears running down my face. I’ve swallowed so much semen that my stomach feels full. When I try to stop and cry for a break they hit me in my head and threatened to kill me. Why do I keep letting this happened to me? Why can’t I leave this terrible relationship? I’ve been with my old man since I was young teenager, my parents practically sold me to him for drugs. When I run away he always finds me and he beats me like a runaway slave. One of the gangster’s dick was so big that I threw up, but still, I had to keep sucking until his warm cum filled my throat. Someone rescue me.

Snuff movies were his fave

Snuff movies were his fave, I really was suprised how much my boss loved wicked porn. If only he knew all of enocunters with my slave he would probably have a permanent irrection twenty four seven. I was going throw my bosses browser history on the computer. I was doing some filing work and was a little nosey and found the links to some porn sites and when I saw his interest I nearly froze. I made a playful joke and he got so embarressed and turned so red. I honestly didn’t think it was such a big deal. I then went for lunch when I got back there was a note on my desk from him. He wanted to meet me after work. I wonder what he wanted I sat their and was thinking, maybe he thought I was going to let people know about his secret porn obsession. I really had no intent. I sat their daydreaming about him fucking me rough during work hours and just making his way with me and fucking my pussy and mouth. I hope this meeting is more like my day dream. snuff movies

Selling Pussy

Violent phone sexFrom day one my man has drilled it into my head that I belong to him. Like a branded cow belongs to a farmer, I belong to my crack-addicted boyfriend. When he looks at me he sees dollar signs. He doesn’t work because he makes me sell my ass to the highest bidder. I walk the streets and sell myself on the internet to keep my old man high. Sometimes I fuck so many men in one day that my pussy lips painfully swell up. Sometimes the johns get rough and abuse me with vicious acts of violence. I come home with bruises, black eyes, and bite marks and my old man doesn’t blink an eye. As long as I keep crack in his pipe he’s happy. But if I don’t make enough money that’s a guaranteed ass-whooping’. Why can’t I leave this terrible relationship?

Bondage Phone Sex Turns Deadly

bondage phone sexI do bondage phone sex calls daily. I have done bondage fetish modeling for drug money. It was not a far stretch for me to make a bondage film. The pay was good, so I responded to the ad. I Googled the production outfit. They have been in the fetish film making industry a few decades now, so I had no reason for concern. When I arrived at the house being used for the set, no red flags went up. It looked like a professional porn fetish film set. All the lighting equipment was there. There were assistants and a catering spread. If I was being duped, they went to a lot of trouble and expense to make it look real. There was even a script. I didn’t care that it was hardcore bondage; I needed money. After about an hour of filming, my character was strung up into the trees. Suspension bondage isn’t common, but I was fine with it. I was up in the air for over an hour when I realized all the crew was gone. Only the director remained. I either fell asleep or had been drugged. I told him I needed down because I had to pee. That’s when the torture sex began. He lit a flame torch and started burning my feet. The pain was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I started screaming for help. My flesh was burning as I was screaming. No one was coming to my rescue. The director was filming me while stroking his cock. Underneath me was a bale of hay that he lit on fire. As the flames grew taller, the heat blistered my skin.  Was he making a snuff film or was I dinner? When he added another bale of hay, so the flames would grow even taller, I knew this was the end. Dinner or snuff, either way, I was being burned alive, like a witch on a stake. I passed out as the flames charred my legs…

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Castration Phone Sex with Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is by far my favorite. I am not a man hater. Guys think that because I like removing some dude’s nuts that I am some ball busting male hater. I look at what I do as charity. I am stopping the spread of stupidity. I am stopping the spread of misogynistic behavior. If a guy begs me for junk removal, he is no man. He doesn’t deserve his testicles. Those are for winners. Many times, however, I take a guy’s junk for free. I consider that charity. I did some fine charity work over the weekend. The mall is my hunting ground. Usually when I am there, however, I am hunting young flesh to exterminate. I have noticed a dirty old pervert stalking the jailbait for weeks. Facial recognition programs told me he was on the sex offenders list. He diddled some young girls and showed his old creepy genitals to some other girls playing in the park. He was clearly hunting new victims. I appreciate other sick fucks, but I do hate a certain type of P man. The ugly fat slobs with no game who even a fat ugly girl would reject. I confronted him. I explained I knew who he was, and I would report him for violating his parole. He tried to pull a knife on me in the food court. I knocked it out of his hand and pushed him into a public restroom. I yanked down his pants, laughed at his small pecker and cut off his balls. Right then, I de nutted the creeper.  I had nothing to stop the bleeding because I planned on drugging him and doing this at home. I flushed his nuts down the toilet and told him he won’t be preying on young girls again. I walked out of the bathroom with a big smile. I heard later a man had been rushed to the hospital, the victim of a violent castration. He is an old pervert who preyed on young girls. The list of suspects who wanted his balls, I was sure was long. It was a charitable castration.

A Cup in the Sink

Sadistic phone sexI was having a hot shower after having sex with a smelly john. The hot water felt so good hitting against my flesh. I was also enjoying a few moments of quiet reflection when my man burst into the bathroom. He pulled me from the shower by my hair also causing the shower curtain and rod to come crashing down. He dragged me into the bedroom and flung me against the wall. He pulled his leather belt from his pants and started beating me.
I cried out, “Why, why, what did I do!”
But he wouldn’t answer me. He just kept swinging his belt. He always waits for me to be in the shower to abuse me. He knows that wet flesh equals more pain. Over and over again he hit me with his belt until my body was covered in welts. I found out later that I got beat because of a dirty cup left in the sink, his dirty cup.